Page 47 of Business Casual
“You feel better,” I mumble somewhere in her neck. I wrap my arm around her and drag my palm up her spine, anchor my fist in her hair and tug her head back until I can get more of her under my mouth. I trace the stars inked behind her ear with my tongue and her hips grind harder. “Can you go faster, Nova girl? I’m losing my mind.”
“No,” she says simply. She drops her head to the side and her hair tickles my thighs. She sighs so prettily, I’m suddenly right at the edge. “I want you to come like this. Nice and slow.”
I push my hips into hers. “Inside you?” I grit out. Just the thought of it has everything curling tighter.
She hums. “Mm-hmm.”
“Are you close?”
The ghost of a smile slips across her lips. “Yeah. Yeah, I really am.”
I push up with my hips while she grinds down, a smooth, rolling pressure that builds and builds and builds. I shift farther down themattress and prop my knees up behind her so she can lean back, thumbing at the place between her legs when she does. I stare hard at the rose between her breasts. The light sheen of sweat on her skin and the way her chest bounces with every smooth movement.
She shivers and I grin. “John Stamos again?”
She presses her palms flat to my clenching abdomen and chases my touch, grinding harder but keeping that same slow, deep rhythm. “He’s really good with his hands,” she gasps.
I laugh and then groan at a particularly rough roll of her hips. My thumb works faster against her. Everything feels like it’s glowing iridescent, starlight dancing at the corners of my eyes. “You gonna come for me again, pretty girl?”
She nods and leans forward, trapping my hand between us until all I can do is nudge her gently with my knuckles. I cup my other hand around the back of her neck and hold her close. I want her mouth on mine when she comes. I want to feel the tremble that starts in her legs and rolls all the way up.
“After you come for me,” she says, and then she kisses me, a messy biting thing that has me groaning into her mouth. Desperation fuels me, the edge suddenly looming before me, my orgasm within reach. I hold her still with my hand at her neck and move her the way I need, triggering my orgasm in three rough jerks, a cascade of golden sparks. I grunt into it, a breathless, wordless exaltation of her name as I spin out of orbit.
When I manage to scrape the pieces of myself back together, Nova is still draped above me, little restless swivels of her hips against mine. She hums, pleased, when I shift my hand, fingertips rubbing. I touch her carefully until her legs are shaking at my hips, my body still inside of hers. That delicious, perfect tremble clutching tight.
“Like this?”
She nods, nose digging into my cheek, her mouth open against my jaw. Her teeth scrape and her hands curl into fists against my shoulders. “Almost there.”
“That’s it.” I brush a kiss to the corner of her mouth and she moans. Goose bumps pebble her skin and I smile. “C’mon, let’s see it.”
Her eyes narrow and she comes with a sharp inhale, her nose digging into my collarbone. Her hands clutch at whatever piece of me she can reach, and I cling to her just as tightly.
We lie there together afterward, sprawled across the middle of her bed. One of my legs is numb. Nova’s right arm is hanging completely off the mattress. Another corner of the fitted sheet pops up, and I think I left the bag of marshmallows open on the table downstairs. I blink up at the ceiling. I have no idea what to do with myself. I have no idea if my body is still in one piece.
“I’ve got bad news, Nova.”
I deliver it in staccato bits. I can’t figure out how to catch my breath.
She lifts her face from my neck and rests her chin on my chest. Her cheeks are pink and some of her hair is stuck to her jaw. “What’s that?”
“I’m not sure that worked anything out of my system.”
“Oh?” She lifts herself off me and slips to the bed at my side, one hand propped beneath her head. I match her position and trace the flowers on her thigh with my fingertip, all the way over her hip and back down again. “Should I be a little bit mean? See if it helps?”
I shrug. “Might as well try it.”
“That was the best you’ve got?” She snaps, voice sharp. “If I wanted a mediocre lay, I would have picked someone up at Applebee’s.”
I groan and flop back on the bed, my arm thrown over my eyes. My cock gives an eager twitch against my thigh.
Nova bursts out laughing.
“It didn’t work,” I mutter, peering at her from behind my bicep. “In fact, I think it’s worse now.”
She curls up with a pillow. “Does Applebee’s still exist?”
“I don’t know. You’re the one hanging around them, looking for prospects.”
